Songtexte




Roll up a joint (Get high)
Yeah, we finna get high
Real niggas (Real niggas)
Bring heat (Bring heat)
Heat up on yo' motherfuckin' ass
Heat up on yo' motherfuckin' ass (Say what?)
Heat up on yo' motherfuckin' ass
Heat up on yo' motherfuckin' ass (We bring)
Heat up on yo' motherfuckin' ass
Heat up on yo' motherfuckin' ass (We bring)
Heat up on yo' motherfuckin' ass
Heat up on yo' motherfuckin' ass (We bring)
Heat up on yo' motherfuckin' ass
Heat up on yo' motherfuckin' ass (We bring)
Heat up on yo' motherfuckin' ass
Heat up on yo' motherfuckin' ass (We bring)
Heat up on yo' motherfuckin' ass
Heat up on yo' motherfuckin' ass (We bring)
Heat up on yo' motherfuckin' ass
Heat up on yo' motherfuckin' ass
Uh, I'm packin' heat, motherfuckers walkin' down the street
With big gats and mean mugs, pistol packin' street thugs
I smell danger, step into my hood with that stanger
The loud street motherfuckin' strangler
Dig into your brain with this gangsta slang
How you feel when you're kickin' it with some niggas that kill?
Fuck around with goodfellas, chill with goodfellas
Kill with goodfellas, a motherfuckin' hood dweller
You hoes got me hotter than a firecracker
Pop up in your face with this motherfuckin' AK
See, Ghetto Dope got me on some gangsta funk
And Rated G got me 'bout to tear this whole town up
Mobbin' in a motherfuckin' Lexo
Me and T-Slaughter and Loc down to kill us a ho
Fuck around and get your bitch ass took to the woods
Where the pussies get fucked, chuck his ass in the trunk
Get the heat up on they ass
Heat up on yo' motherfuckin' ass
Heat up on yo' motherfuckin' ass (We bring)
Heat up on yo' motherfuckin' ass
Heat up on yo' motherfuckin' ass (We bring)
Heat up on yo' motherfuckin' ass
Heat up on yo' motherfuckin' ass (We bring)
Heat up on yo' motherfuckin' ass
Heat up on yo' motherfuckin' ass (We bring)
As soon as I hit the wrong block it had to be
Sixteen shots bouncin' off my motherfuckin' drops
The cops seen them niggas with they heat, chasin' after me
Rollin' down a one-way street with intentions of jackin' me
Why in the hell the situation lookin' throwed off?
I left my pistol under my couch, but I still packed my sawed-off
They speeded off, didn't wanna see a
Real-ass nigga bustin' heat, on the side of the feeder
Them niggas probably really had my ass in the wrong
I couldn't see myself stoppin', I was too far gone
I'm poppin', droppin' shit, tryin' to keep my life in the game
Two motherfuckin' slugs in my chest just ain't the same
I had a bird on the front seat, P, I can't let these niggas jack me
I'm in the game heavily, I mean knee-deep on concrete
Hell, mayne, and dirty at the same time
Ain't afraid to do time, now watch me while I protect mine
Now I grind, mayne, every single cocksuckin' day
(And I'm ballin') And I'm tryin' to have it my cocksuckin' way
I'm too close for comfort to let these niggas take me out my shit
Got me bumpin' in this shit, got me heated in this motherfuckin' bitch
Heat up on yo' motherfuckin' ass
Heat up on yo' motherfuckin' ass (We bring)
Heat up on yo' motherfuckin' ass
Heat up on yo' motherfuckin' ass (We bring)
Heat up on yo' motherfuckin' ass
Heat up on yo' motherfuckin' ass (We bring)
Heat up on yo' motherfuckin' ass
Heat up on yo' motherfuckin' ass (We bring)
The stupid fuck is pipin' hot, imagine
Drownin' up in a lava pool in hell
After feelin' the heat from a twelve gauge, nigga, buckshots hail
Followed up with some slugs, knockin' niggas smooth up off they feet
With buckshots swarmin', knockin' bloody meat up out yo' chest, yeah
That's what I'm talkin' about, after you done snitched
Got the police bringin' the heat down on me
Now I'm bringin' the heat down on you
I promise you gon' live in fear until I get you blastin'
Shoot up the body so your mama have a closed casket
Nothin' remains but a dead nigga that saw me drop him
If he could come back, he'll be pissed off because I shot him
And sent him to his grave dead, mad as fuck
Tellin' all his dead homies that E-Roc chopped me the fuck up
Because the wages of sin is death
And the wages of fuckin' with the stupid fuck is death
And I ain't blastin' off no warning shots
Settin' niggas up for failure, and
Have they ass spittin' up blood clots
From this heat, nigga (Heat up on yo' ass)
Heat up on yo' motherfuckin' ass
Heat up on yo' motherfuckin' ass (We bring)
Heat up on yo' motherfuckin' ass
Heat up on yo' motherfuckin' ass (We bring)
Heat up on yo' motherfuckin' ass
Heat up on yo' motherfuckin' ass (We bring)
Heat up on yo' motherfuckin' ass
Heat up on yo' motherfuckin' ass (We bring)
I'm gon' fuck yo' motherfuckin' ass up



Autor(en): Eric Taylor, Richard Nash, Andre Barnes, Philip Osman Copyright: Still-n-the Water Publishing, N-the-water Publishing, Inc., Warner-tamerlane Publishing Corp., Wb Music Corp., N-the-water Publishing Inc., Still-n-the-water Publishing, N-the-water Publishing Inc



Attention! Feel free to leave feedback.
Wird geladen
Wird geladen